Tag: Peasants

HAFIJUR

“Tell about your neighbourhood,” plainly I put. “Oh, sir! It was wonderful. We were happy to live here for a long time. There was no

FOUR CORNERS

Four corners I have In one are buried my ancestors.   In the next There sleeps a cooking pot.   Over the third thatched roof

A POET OF RAMPUR

“Hey poet! Why do you look so sad? Searching seven heavens you bring home a queen at last. Be happy, and enjoy forever life of

NO SICKNESS OF THE CITY

It was sunset lone The sky deep orange, and the birds lined For homecoming, and lazily they gleamed.   Thirteen peasants angling, their eyes fixed

AN OWNER OF A DHABA

One late summer afternoon I was returning back from the day’s rambling around Sarugaon tea garden. I surveyed the long green carpets stretched miles after miles,

A VISIT TO MUNDAPARA

Between the Jaldapara forest and the village lay an acre of land, cultivated, furrowed, unweeded. Yards had patches of all sorts of vegetables, maize, and

“KUNJNAGAR”

At Kunjanagar beside the potholed street stood I at blazing sunset lone. The orange cloudlets scattered the western horizon. Slowly evening descended, and tiny dew

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A gifted versetile writer who writes excellent stories and poems on the invisibles, pariahs, margins, aged, weaklings of our society. A rising star on the literary firmament.
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